Okay seriously, you guys have to listen to this song. I like the Acoustic better than the original, but it's Big Teddy Mood.. or Big Owen Mood?...separately? Anyways. Obsessed.
Shots (Acoustic) - Imagine Dragons
She didn't even pack a bag. She didn't think at all. She had no plan. No where to go.
She asked Evelyn if she could take the kids. She didn't even hesitate or think twice. She wrote a note and left it on the table.
She got in her car and drove away.
She drove all night. She didn't have a destination. She got on the freeway and drove south.
She's numb. She drives in silence. Her mind blank. She doesn't know what she's doing. She just doesn't know anymore.
Owen doesn't plan on coming home at all so he goes to his mom's house. He's surprised to find the kids at her house. She's surprise Owen was there.
"Hey. The kids are asleep?" He asks
Evelyn nods. "I figured you and Teddy would want sometime alone. What are you doing here?"
He really doesn't know. He doesn't want to to tell her either. "Oh. Yeah. Just. Getting the kids. Give you a break. We got them."
"No, no it's okay. They're already asleep. No need to shuffle them around. Is Teddy okay? She seemed a little sad when I told her you got called into surgery."
"Yeah, yeah.." He responds absentmindedly.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just… tired."
Evelyn just gives him a look. He knows she realizes there's more to it than just being tired, but she doesn't push.
"I guess I'll go home then." Owen says.
"Did something happen?" She asks.
"No. No." He says and gives his mom a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for taking the kids." He says as he walks out of the house.
He gets in his car and drives back to the hospital. He'll sleep there. It's fine. He can't go home and see her. Not yet.
The sun was rising and she pulls over by a cliff overlooking the ocean. The roads were empty. There was not one soul in sight. She lets herself cry and she screams as loud as she can.
He wakes up in the on call room and changes into fresh scrubs. He has the day off but might as well work. What else is he gonna do?
Naturally, just as he walks to the nurse's station the first person he sees was the last person he'd ever want to see in his life.
"Aren't you off today? Why aren't you spending time with your new wife?"
He couldn't help it. He just felt rage. So much rage. He didn't care who was around. He didn't care who can see.
But he swings his arm and punches him in the jaw.
She doesn't now how long she's been sitting there. She knows the sun has fully risen. She's cried her eyes out. She pulls herself together and she keeps driving. She'll figure out a plan. She'll come back, of course. She's not going to walk away from her baby girl, even from Leo. But she wants to give him space.
Owen sits in Bailey's office icing his hand. He stares off while Bailey sits across from him, staring.
"Do you want to explain yourself?"
"No. Not really."
"Maybe you should. I need to know why my Chief of Trauma is punching his boss in the jaw in the middle of the floor."
"Don't make me say it out loud, Bailey."
"How am I supposed to cover your ass if I don't know what's going on?"
Owen looks at his hand.
"Aren't you supposed to be off today?"
He just shrugs.
"I'm paging Altman—"
He doesn't say anything.
"Does this have anything to do with her?"
"He knows why I did what I did.I don't have to explain. If he wants to fire me, he can fire me. If you want to fire me, you can fire me."
"I'm not gonna fire you. You just did what I've always wanted to do. I can't promise you that he won't fire you though."
She ends up in somewhere in Northern California. In an inn in a small town off the coast. She locks herself in a room and sits on the bed staring phone. No messages. No calls. Nothing.
She closes the drapes and curls up under the covers.
She doesn't have tears anymore.
She doesn't know what she was doing. She just wanted to runaway. She's ashamed and she just wants to hide.
Bailey sends him home. Gossip spreads like wildfire at Grey Sloan. He's pretty sure everyone knows by now anyway.
Maybe it's time to face her.
He gets to an empty home. Her car wasn't in the driveway.
Everything inside was the same. Flowers around their house.
The silence is eerie.
He notices a post it on the kitchen counter.
"Sorry. I need a few days." Her scribble stares at him
He crumples the paper and throws it away.
He pours himself a drink. He doesn't care how early it is. He needs a few days too.
Her phone vibrates against the side table. She doesn't even move to check who's calling.
It really doesn't matter.
He calls his mom and asks if she could keep the kids for another night. He tells her he and Teddy needed to talk. He'll send a babysitter to help her out.
He turns on the television and stares blankly.
He looks at the phone in his hand. He must be some masochist, but he plays the voicemail again.
And again.
He stares a little longer and he hits delete. He has to. He doesn't ever want to hear that again.
He downs his drink and stares at his hand. He thinks she's probably hiding somewhere in his hotel room.
He thinks about where he went wrong. He thought he did nothing but show her how much he loved her.
Why did she even want to marry him.
He uses his drink to ice his knuckles.
He doesn't regret what he did. He'd do it again. And again. He hates that guy.
She can't move. She physically cannot move her body. She's crippled by fear? Anxiety? Something.
She doesn't know how she can face anything or anyone anymore.
Her phone stopped vibrating eventually.
Eventually her heart stops palpitating.
Eventually she falls asleep.
For all he knows she ran away with him. Although she'd never do that to their family.
He tries to make sense of her actions because it's uncharacteristic for her to do something like that.
And he's known her too long. He knows everything about her.
Teddy Altman is the most loyal person he knows.
He doesn't know. He really doesn't know what happened.
He pours himself another drink and stares at his phone, wondering if he should call her.
But he doesn't.
He's angry, yes, definitely. But he's mostly confused.
She manages to get out of the bed and drives to the beach. She needs to feel the air. To breathe in the salty air.
She stares off. The sun about to set in front of her.
What has she done. What has she done. What the fuck.
How could she have possibly ruined the one good thing happening in her life.
She has no answers.
It felt good at the moment and it's scary when she didn't feel guilt at first.
She messed up. She did. She knows this. There's no excuse. No one else to blame.
The takes a deep breath.
God, it feels so incredibly lonely.
How did she manage to blow it all up.
He knows she's a smart woman. He knows she figured out that he found out. He wants to know why she ran away.
He wants to know if she's coming back.
He wants to figure out if he wants her back.
Is this it? Is it over?
Just like that? They ended just as quickly as they started.
She jumps when she feels her phone vibrate. His name flashes on the screen. She stares at it for a second contemplating whether she wants to answer. She has to. She owes him this.
"Hey" Her voice soft, scared, meek
"Hey" He says sounding just as broken as she was.
They're quiet for a while. Neither of them know what to say.
She feels the tears burning her eyes because she pictures him sad and hurt, and that hurts her more than anything.
"You know," Teddy starts "When I fuck up this badly with anyone else, you were always my first call and you'll tell me what I needed to hear. Although, I don't think I've ever done anything as horrible as this."
He doesn't respond, but she knows he's there.
"And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ruined everything."
"I think we're done." He says.
She holds her breath. She deserved this.
"I'm sorry."
"Do you love him?"
"No. I ended it. I shouldn't have started it in the first place."
"Was it worth it?"
"No"
"Are you coming back?"
"Of course. I just needed … I don't know what I needed. I needed a minute."
He stays quiet. So does she.
She stares out into the ocean, listening to the waves, maybe she'll hear something. An answer about what's going to happen next. To them. To their family.
"Is that it? Are we just… done?" Teddy asks, her voice breaking. "Because I really don't want that—"
"You think there's coming back from this? Because I don't really foresee that happening" He says sadly. He's not yelling. He didn't sound mad. Just hurt. Just hurt and sad.
"Who told you, Owen?"
He scoffs. "Would you have said it to my face? If I didn't find out on my own?"
She doesn't know. She really doesn't know. So she stays quiet.
"When are you coming back? Are you coming back?"
"I will. I'll drive back tonight. I'm… Kinda far"
He doesn't say anything at first. "I'll stay at my mom's for a—"
"Owen, no. Please. Stay at the house. We'll figure something out."
"I don't know."
"Please."
They stay quiet for a minute. She wipes the tears on her face. She hears him breathing.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, Owen. I'm sorry I betrayed you. And our kids."
She's nervous when he doesn't say anything for a second. Her chest hurt and she can't breathe. She tries not to choke a sob.
"Can you just come back so we can talk about this? And can you just stop running away. Can you just stop hiding."
She lets the sob out because she can't hold it in anymore.
"Okay." She says "Just don't … please don't say that it's over."
He hangs up.
She sits there a little longer. Until the sun completely sets. She gets back in her car eventually. If it wasn't for the kids she'd be as far as Mexico by now.
But this is real life. And she fucked up. And she will pay her dues.
She's going to face it. She has to. She'll apologize for the rest of her life if she has to.